Woman On the Edge

Woman on the edge, tell my jester he can't sigh
Woman on the edge, take my voice, so you can cry
Oh, woman, you're the only one that knows how to steal rights

Her father of the golden sorrow
Her father of the moaning sea
Who collects the winter's arrows
Who leaves back the useless fear

Her mother that pretends to live
Her mother that breathes out others air
Who won't burn the glass slug myth
Who says just the end is always fair

Woman on the edge, tell my jester he can't sigh
Woman on the edge, take my voice, so you can cry
Oh, woman, you're the only one that knows how to steal rights

Her fiddler to the stairs to sand
Her fiddler that lets no one bend
May he returns and kills to free you
May he take these candles and tells you what he once knew

The walker on the painful street
Her walker on the stumbling word
That drinks with the ones that need
That listen to the ones that kill the birds

Let the lady get born on the bridge
No one will keep on flying
Let the madam fight in the ditch
No one will keep on rhyming

Woman on the edge, tell my jester he can't sigh
Woman on the edge, take my voice, so you can cry
Oh, woman, you're the only one that knows how to steal rights

Lady Gray runs to her bridge, hoping for recovery
Madam, you know it's a rainy day today
Lady just lay down watching the dead that stay

She left her here, but she will come again
You think you're her boy, but she's choosing everyday
She knows you well, better than you'll ever do
She's the one, she's the only truth